My mother stayed with me all morning and afternoon. She helped me bathe, ordered for the best foods to be delivered to our apartments, and watched any maid that entered with a keen eye. She is trusting nobody at the moment and I can't blame her. I feel the same, but I somehow doubt that any of the Palace staff are behind my attack. After cleaning myself, eating, and having a little sleep in my bed, I feel a lot better. Thinking back on my evening with Elijah, the attacks, and my stay in that dark room, it feels like it all happened weeks ago. The lack of sleep and trauma has altered my perception of time, it's a strange feeling. On the other hand, being back in the Palace, dressed in a beautiful gown, it all feels like a dream, a horrible nightmare.
It is almost dinner time and I really
